Peanut butter between my toes

This morning I was hurrying to make my lunch and leave the house on time. I scuttled down the stairs, laptop bag slung over my shoulder, mental checklist in my head.

Dropping my bag on the kitchen floor I grabbed a yogurt out of the fridge. Heading to the counter I glanced out the window over the sink. The sun was just beginning to reach the tops of the trees. A hazy glow fell over the field out back and I thought again, how pretty it is where I grew up.

I grabbed the bread next, and made half a peanut butter sandwich. Turning left, I tossed the knife in the sink, glancing again out the window.

But this time, a woman's face, cocoa colored with wide eyes stared back at me. Seeing one too many horror movies lately I was convinced she was a ghost with unfinished business, come back to haunt me. So I did the obvious thing.

I dropped the sandwich. On my foot. And yelled at the top of my lungs.

Waving wildly, she yelled back, gesturing at some device in her hand. I stepped backwards feeling the bread under my feet, the peanut butter between my toes. Tripping over my laptop bag I braced myself on the wall oven as I watched her pointing this thing at me.

Clearly a device from another world. Alien? Impossible. Or....

It was then I noticed the orange, flashing light. I stumbled into the dining room to peer out the window into the driveway. And there, idling peacefully was a little, white SUV emblazoned with a logo that simply stated: BGE electric.

And she? The crazed ghost/alien woman? Was nothing more than a mere meter reader on her morning rounds.